Hope Is A Light Diet, But Very

The Future Of A Nation Lies In The Hands Of Mothers.

At Fifteen, Beauty And Talent Do Not Exist; There Can Only Be Promise Of The Coming Woman.

Virtue, Perhaps, Is Nothing More Than Politeness Of Soul.

The Love Of Nature Is The Only Love That Does Not Deceive Human Hopes.

Mud, Raised By Hurricanes, Wells Up In The Noblest And Purest Of Hearts.